Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And the next day.

The waltzes began to travel in the usual time.

Such their destination today is beyond the border separating Mid-Eden from Olija.

It should be noted that two ships, Energy and Potentia, are not currently above the heads of the Waltz.

Daylight grandeur, waltz thought it was awkward to take them to Olija, and he was doing them a favor and telling them not to come back inside the sun out.

Every such request to them is made to the capital of King Mid-Eden.

The food was well secured in the North Fortress Forest, but we couldn't even prepare the seasoning, so we asked for its replenishment.

... Then the knights, via the hunter, apparently asked for nails and tools... well, let's put that story aside.

So.

"I wonder where the border is after all..."

Seeing a meadow spreading suddenly after going through the woods, extending to a distance of about 20 km beyond, Waltz muttered about it as he remembered what had happened yesterday.

Then the hunter, who was listening to that word of hers, which was not addressed to anyone, opens its mouth as he shook his head vertically to agree.

"Well, if you go, you'll have about one of those landmarks"

and hunters who still teach Eve to knit today and talk with much optimism.

Until the other day, she should have cared about the location of the border, but something Cortex herself didn't seem to know and decided not to think too deeply.

"If something flies, just slap it down and throw it back, and don't have to think too hard..."

and waltz to mouth appropriate conclusions because he hated to think deeply.

Thus they moved that plain, which they did not even know where the border was, as before….

And through the forest, across the river, through the meadows, and beyond the not too great mountains… when you start to see mirrors rising in the distance in the view you can see from above.

In the carriage, the hunter mumbled.

"... the border, where is it?

"Come on... where is it?

"Or is something wrong?

Apparently, the hunters were uncomfortable with the fact that there were far fewer people on the border between the countries in hostile relations and the corresponding Mid-Eden.

Waltz seemed to agree about that, saying these words.

"No soldier on this side is alone... that's a funny story..."

"Maybe... you went the wrong way?

And with his mouth, when the hunter turns his gaze against two of your platforms...

"No, wasn't it the main road north of North Fortress? You can't go wrong. So we're moving with our backs to the sun..."

Capella, who was the guide, replies with a respectful tone.

Apparently he has respect for the hunter who serves himself, who is supposed to be a slave, a warm and delicious meal every day.

Then right after that.

It seems that Loricon, sitting next to him, noticed something in the view from which he could see it, and he said this, pointing his finger at it.

"Look, on the standing sign over there, you're writing 'Olija', right? I guess that's why we crossed the border, huh?

Hearing that word, Waltz also turned his eyes to that sign, and it did say, there, Olija's name...

When she saw the letters written there, she frowned and said this as if she were frightened.

"... Hey, Loricon. Isn't there something wrong with your eyes?

"Ah? Are you telling me that these loricon-like eyes have become a pit saver? He said he didn't rest today and was looking for a Lori kid around... oops, turn around and he'll be there loli k"

"Eyes... maybe you should say you're crazy..."

The standing sign that was at the end of the sight of the two people interacting like that said...

"" "Watch out for border guard beasts...?

"React to that sentence first, not to the name of the country written in small letters..."

That's what you say, hold your head, and sigh waltz.

Apparently, there were no people near this border and in the land of Thought (Bobo) because the demon that Olija had unleashed was trekking.

That was the time.

Bassa, Bassa... Sudwon...

A flying dragon descended beside the carriage for the sentry.

As a result, the Loricons stop the carriage as usual...

Apparently, only this time, the usual development, was not.

"... Hey, Flying Dragon. That meat chunk, what...?

Waltz threw such an inquiry with his eyes on the mysterious object that was at her feet rather than the flying dragon that was there when he only took his neck out of the carriage......

Feilong then responds to Waltz, creating a satisfactory atmosphere.

"We found a demon that seemed to be running down the plain, so we took it home."

"Uh, you know what..."

And so he said, waltz looking at the standing sign that was directly next to the Fei Long, with a frightened look on his face.

Apparently in front of the Fei Long, 'Beast' was just meat too......

"Oh, good. Thank you, Fei Long. So, I'd like to ask you at last... if there's a demon that's going to get close to this line, would you catch me the same way?

"How about baking?

"Well, rare... I mean, with raw meat"

"Understood."

With that mouth, the flying dragon jumps up into the sky again.

Seeing as she flew straight away...... Sounds like she found her next score quickly.

afterwards.

The hunter was delighted to dismantle a few bisons about 4m long that Fei Long had hunted…

And the null froze that meat mass instantly, and the brave man who had been running from behind, used the magic props to punish him into different spaces before...

"It's everything now..."

In the carriage, which began to run again, Waltz seemed to have an emotional view of the end of the road the carriage was going on, smiling bitterly at the status quo.

The landscape of Olija from which it can be seen does not go as far as the desert…, but the desolate earth seemed to extend.

Since it is also close to the scorching 'great river' and far from the sea, it is probably the inland climate itself.

"So, where is the capital of Olija?

Due to the fact that it was a land with many hills, there was no view of the distant from the waltzes going down the road in that gap.

At times like this, asking the residents the way is one option, but unfortunately they could not seem to ask anyone because there were no towns or villages nearby.

Well, from behind the waltzes, there are a lot of knights following, so it's not necessarily that the inhabitants of this land will listen to you honestly...

In response to such a waltz whine, Capella, who was a directing officer at your stand, replies.

"If we get this far, it's already my territory. The location of the capital is… a little west of here, about 3 days away by carriage."

"Hmm. What territory... you live here?

"I've been running rivers for years. If you come and go between Boreas and Olija, you're gonna have to decide your own range of activities, aren't you?

"Ah, with that said, you were crossing the river..."

With that in his mouth, Capella's work history (?) waltz for a convincing look, remembering.

That's when his other Loricon, who was looking straight ahead, suddenly stopped the carriage as he noticed something.

And here's what he says.

"... they just came to welcome you, didn't they?

In response to that word, when the waltzes looked around, there was...

"... well, we've crossed the border, and some knights have knocked a lot... this is what's gonna happen"

3000...... not anywhere, but nearly 10,000 soldiers were arming themselves in a position to the disadvantage of the Waltz, such as the valley and shadows of the hills.

Apparently, they quickly recognized the Waltz, who have crossed the border, as enemies.